Be it enough, that I have once been guilty; Thus then I tear thee from my hopes for ever. No, though the life-blood gushes from my heart, Or, that late time may put our names together. ALONZO. [Exit. She's gone, ACT II. SCENE I. Enter MANUEL and ZANGA. ZANGA. IF this be true, I cannot blame your pain For wretched Carlos: 'tis but human in you. MANUEL. This hour. ZANGA. What, not a vessel sav'd? MANUEL. All, all, the storm Devour'd; and now, o'er his late envy'd fortune, The dolphins bound, and wat'ry mountains roar, Triumphant in his ruin. ZANGA. Is Alvarez Determin'd to deny his daughter to him? That treasure was on shore; must that too join The common wreck? MANUEL. Alvarez pleads indeed, That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd, And pleads that only; so it was this morning, When he concurr'd: The tempest broke the match, And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold: The love of gold is double in his heart; The vice of age, and of Alvarez too. ZANGA. How does Don Carlos bear it? MANUEL. Like a man, Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel, ZANGA. But is he then in absolute despair? MANUEL. Never to see his Leonora more: And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez This very day; for he has learnt their loves. ZANGA. Ha! was not that receiv'd with ecstasy By Don Alonzo? MANUEL. Yes, at first; but soon A damp came o'er him; it would kill his friend. ZANGA. Not if his friend consented; and since now He can't himself espouse her MANUEL. Yet to ask it Has something shocking to a generous mind; At least Alonzo's spirit startles at it. Wide is the distance between our despair, And giving up a mistress to another. It rises to me like a new-found world To mariners long time distress'd at sea, Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent ;- [Enter Isabella I thought of dying; better things come forward; She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms. ISABELLA. Two nights ago. ZANGA. That was the very night Before the battle-Memory, set down that; It has the essence of a crocodile, Though yet but in the shell-I'll give it birth What time did he return? ISABELLA. At midnight. ZANGA. So Say, did he see, that night, his Leonora? ISABELLA. No, my good lord. ZANGA. No matter-Tell me, woman, Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious ISABELLA. You can best judge; but so the world thinks of him. ZANGA Why that is well-Go fetch my tablets hither. [Exit Isabella Two nights ago, my father's sacred shade Thrice stalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me; He smil'd, a joy then little understood It must be so-and if so, it is vengeance Worth waking of the dead for. [Re-enter Isabella with the tablets. Zanga writes, then reads as to himself. Thus it stands The father's fixt-Don Carlos cannot wed- |